Water (tears or rain?) fogging my glasses,

Hair is terrible.

In my pajamas 'cause

I just woke up.

Eating nothing but candy

All day Saturday.

My teeth are wearing a sweater

As I get off the bus.

It's okay, though, because

We're all this bad.

Long black socks,

Fingers cut out (without fraying!)

Of my gloves.

Everything is hidden

Under that blue and those silver buttons.

Hair can't be windblown

Under this plume, in a tight bun.

If any elements are against me,

I can't tell. We're

Setting the record for perfection

If nothing else,

But we only have to be perfect

In uniform.